I’d reach for the dishcloth, squared in black and white, and you’d don the Marigolds. Together, we’d wash and rinse and dry the cares from the world. Till finally, the chequered flag was raised and placed back on its hook.
I miss that: the dailiness, the dalliance in our lives.
Thomas Malloch wrote this story.
lovely memory!
A poignant snapshot of the beauty in the everyday routines of life.
It’s the little things, isn’t it,t hat we miss the most. beautifully said.
Jane, Kath, Carol, thank yo all. I’m touched that you’ve taken the time to comment.